Everything is kept inside. A cork is put atop to keep it there. What might I find? A penny for wishing, A leaf to believe, A string of thread to remember... What? A paper clip to keep my thoughts together, A four-leaf clover for luck, A smile for patience. All these things I keep with me Close to my heart; they will stay. This thing I speak of floats around. Around and around and around, Through the water of my body. Where it ends up, no one knows. How it gets there, a mystery. When it arrives, no one can control. It is destiny kept inside. What? It will always be a question.
December 17, 2011